Clay-ware

 

Why for must I steep

So deeply in darkness

In order to understand

And feel the hand of light?

 

Why must my tears fall

In single drops of sorrow

That trace along my face

Only to flee down below?

 

Why must I hear whispers

That are bound for no one

Other than for me- alone

Between each heart beat?

 

Will I ever truly live known;

The answers…promised me?

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

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